Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.